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such_heights) wrote2006-02-19 10:36 pm
such_heights) wrote2006-02-19 10:36 pm
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Like A Charm
Gen Marauders, Fifth Year
400 words, PG-13
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broken__sword as part of a hat_sorting exchange.
Summary: Oh, the pangs of love. Oh, the pangs of hunger.
‘Prongs! Oi, James, wake up!’
What might as well be a tonne of adolescence lands in the middle of James’ bed, not that it makes a difference to the tousled head buried under the pillow.
Some sort of muttering emerges from underneath the feathers, and Peter lifts up a corner just in time to catch ‘… not happening.’
‘I’m sorry?’ Sirius coos. ‘I didn’t quite catch that!’
James grudgingly lifts up half a pillow. ‘Go away. I am sleeping through today, so I can pretend it’s not happening.’
At this, Remus sighs and clambers out of his own bed. It’s going to be a tough morning.
Sirius frowns. ‘Don’t be such a wet arse, Potter, come on now.’
Remus wanders over, shoos Sirius away and perches rather more cautiously on the end of James’ bed.
‘Prongs? C’mon, it’s not all that bad.’
‘Shut up, Moony, it is that bad.’
‘Really, it isn’t. It’s not like any of the rest of us are doing anything.’
‘You’re not. She is.’
‘Well, yes, but where’s your Gryffindor spirit? You can’t just stay here all day, you really can’t.’
‘Watch me,’ is the reply as the pillow is flung back down again.
Remus idly considers pushing that pillow down for good, but he steps backwards instead.
‘Right then. We’ll just go down and get breakfast. James obviously won’t be eating anything, seeing as how he is sick with love.’
A mumble drifts over.
‘I’m sorry, Padfoot, did you hear anything?’
‘Not a whistle, Moony my good man.’
Peter looks slightly confused, and Remus has to make his eyes bulge out of his head to prevent him from saying anything.
‘And James, didn’t you say the elves were putting on sausages today?’
Something else that may have been a mumble, or may not have been.
‘Well, not to worry, shall we go?’ Sirius saunters out the door, then pauses for a moment.
A voice emerges. ‘Err, mates, any chance you could grab some… toast or something?’
‘Sorry Prongs, no can do. Against the rules, eating in the dormitories. And think of all the crumbs you’d leave. Well, see you in a bit!’
Remus forcibly drags Peter out of the door, they stroll three steps down the corridor and then stop. Sirius holds up a hand and counts off, whispering ‘In five. Four. Three. Tw—‘
A bleary-eyed James emerges from the door, looking murderous. ‘Fine. But I refuse to stay there – I’ll go eat by the lake. Alone. Some friends you are.’
Sirius cheerfully pins James’ arms to his sides and frogmarches him down the stairs, winking at Remus and mouthing ‘Like a charm.’
Gen Marauders, Fifth Year
400 words, PG-13
Note: For
broken__sword as part of a hat_sorting exchange.Summary: Oh, the pangs of love. Oh, the pangs of hunger.
‘Prongs! Oi, James, wake up!’
What might as well be a tonne of adolescence lands in the middle of James’ bed, not that it makes a difference to the tousled head buried under the pillow.
Some sort of muttering emerges from underneath the feathers, and Peter lifts up a corner just in time to catch ‘… not happening.’
‘I’m sorry?’ Sirius coos. ‘I didn’t quite catch that!’
James grudgingly lifts up half a pillow. ‘Go away. I am sleeping through today, so I can pretend it’s not happening.’
At this, Remus sighs and clambers out of his own bed. It’s going to be a tough morning.
Sirius frowns. ‘Don’t be such a wet arse, Potter, come on now.’
Remus wanders over, shoos Sirius away and perches rather more cautiously on the end of James’ bed.
‘Prongs? C’mon, it’s not all that bad.’
‘Shut up, Moony, it is that bad.’
‘Really, it isn’t. It’s not like any of the rest of us are doing anything.’
‘You’re not. She is.’
‘Well, yes, but where’s your Gryffindor spirit? You can’t just stay here all day, you really can’t.’
‘Watch me,’ is the reply as the pillow is flung back down again.
Remus idly considers pushing that pillow down for good, but he steps backwards instead.
‘Right then. We’ll just go down and get breakfast. James obviously won’t be eating anything, seeing as how he is sick with love.’
A mumble drifts over.
‘I’m sorry, Padfoot, did you hear anything?’
‘Not a whistle, Moony my good man.’
Peter looks slightly confused, and Remus has to make his eyes bulge out of his head to prevent him from saying anything.
‘And James, didn’t you say the elves were putting on sausages today?’
Something else that may have been a mumble, or may not have been.
‘Well, not to worry, shall we go?’ Sirius saunters out the door, then pauses for a moment.
A voice emerges. ‘Err, mates, any chance you could grab some… toast or something?’
‘Sorry Prongs, no can do. Against the rules, eating in the dormitories. And think of all the crumbs you’d leave. Well, see you in a bit!’
Remus forcibly drags Peter out of the door, they stroll three steps down the corridor and then stop. Sirius holds up a hand and counts off, whispering ‘In five. Four. Three. Tw—‘
A bleary-eyed James emerges from the door, looking murderous. ‘Fine. But I refuse to stay there – I’ll go eat by the lake. Alone. Some friends you are.’
Sirius cheerfully pins James’ arms to his sides and frogmarches him down the stairs, winking at Remus and mouthing ‘Like a charm.’